Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all.
there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom
J. Morrison
Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom
the snake is long
seven miles
-there must be some way
to get out of here-
tik vėliau sužinojau, kad jis plinka
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